Monday, November 8, 2010

Interview

This is the time of year when high school seniors are frantically completing college applications, mailing off essays, sweating through interviews, waiting to hear where/if they've been accepted. I went through the process with my two sons, as well as with other applicants with whom I stood in various relationships. I did not, however, expect to go through it with my dog.

Yesterday I took Cosette for an interview at a home-boarding place where we hope to leave her while I'm back East at Christmas. An interview was required, with both me and the dog, as well as a lengthy application. In the car on the way there, I resisted the impulse to say, "Now be sure to shake hands, look the interviewer in the eye, and sit up straight!" Or, perhaps, "Don't bark too loud and try not to bite anybody!"

Cosette passed. She will now attend Lady Di's Pet Chaperone establishment for several days. And she didn't even have to write an essay. I, however, have to finish completing the application, get her one vaccine she's missing, and have her fecal matter analyzed and notarized.